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“But not intentionally, of course.”
“Of course not,” I say.
“So if I were to come see you after eight, you’d be studying.”
“Absolutely. But I might want a…study buddy. Because I might be grappling with some really tough problems.”
“Grappling, huh?”
“Tussling with,” I say. “Wrestling. Handling.”
“Gotcha. Sounds like I should bring protective gear to study with you.” Jase grins at me.
“You’re pretty tough. You’ll be fine.”
Chapter Thirty-four
I’ve just gotten in the door when my cell phone starts up.
“So, because we have to get such an early start in the morning…The factory opens at five, can you imagine…really makes more sense…see you when you get back from school.” My cell gets perfect reception, but the ti
“We’re halfway there already and it doesn’t make sense to drive all the way home. Clay’s found us a gorgeous hotel room. You’ll be fine, right?”
I’m so taken aback that I nod before remembering she can’t see me. “No problem, Mom. I’ll be fine.
Enjoy the hotel.” I almost add that she could stay another night if she wanted before deciding that might sound suspiciously overeager.
She’ll be gone. All night. With Clay—and his confusing agenda—in a gorgeous hotel room. But I won’t think about that. What I do think about, what I immediately think about, is the all night part. Which is why I’m hitting Jase’s number on my cell instantly.
“Sam.” I can hear the smile in his voice. I just left the store ten minutes ago. “You having a study crisis already?”
“My mom won’t be home tonight. At all.”
There’s a pause, during which I feel flustered. Do I have to spell things out more? How do I even do that? “Want to have a sleepover?” We’re not six.
“Your mom won’t be home at all?” he repeats.
“That’s right.”
“So maybe you’d like company, since you’re grappling with all those study problems.”
“That’s what I’d like.”
“Door or window?” he asks.
“I’m unlocking the window right now.”
I pull my hair out of its braid, brush it loose. I’ve really got to cut it one of these days. It’s down to the small of my back now, takes forever to dry after a swim. Why am I even thinking about this now? I guess I’m a little nervous. I didn’t want to overthink, but unless we just pounce on each other in the heat of the moment—hard to do, logistically speaking, there has to be a little pla
I hear a tapping and go over to the window to fit my hand against Jase’s before I nudge the glass open.
He’s brought a sleeping bag, one of those big green bulky ll.ll. Bean ones. I look at it questioningly.
Following my gaze, he turns red. “I told my parents I was going to help you study, then we might watch a movie, and if it got late enough, I’d crash on your living room floor.”
“And they said?”
“Mom said, ‘Have a nice time, dear.’ Dad just looked at me.”
“Embarrassing much?”
“Worth it.”
He walks slowly over, his eyes locked on mine, then puts his hands around my waist.
“Um. So…are we going to study?” My tone’s deliberately casual.
Jase slides his thumbs behind my ears, rubbing the hollow at their base. He’s only inches from my face, still looking into my eyes. “You bet. I’m studying you.” He scans over me, slowly, then returns to my eyes.
“You have little flecks of gold in the middle of the blue.” He bends forward and touches his lips to one eyelid, then the other, then moves back. “And your eyelashes aren’t blond at all, they’re brown. And…” He steps back a little, smiling slowly at me. “You’re already blushing—here”—his lips touch the pulse at the hollow of my throat—“and probably here…” The thumb that brushes against my breast feels warm even through my T-shirt.
In the movies, clothes just melt away when the couple is ready to make love. They’re all golden and backlit with the soundtrack soaring. In real life, it just isn’t like that. Jase has to take off his shirt and fumbles with his belt buckle and I hop around the room pulling off my socks, wondering just how unsexy that is. People in movies don’t even have socks. When Jase pulls off his jeans, change he has in his pocket slips out and clatters and rolls across the floor.
“Sorry!” he says, and we both freeze, even though no one’s home to hear the sound.
In movies, no one ever gets self-conscious at this point, thinking they should have brushed their teeth. In movies, it’s all beautifully choreographed, set to an increasingly dramatic soundtrack.
In movies, when the boy pulls the girl to him when they are both finally undressed, they never bump their teeth together and get embarrassed and have to laugh and try again.
But here’s the truth: In movies, it’s never half so lovely as it is here and now with Jase.
I take a deep breath as his hand skims down, down, to the back of my thigh. The feeling of his skin, all his skin, against mine gives me goose bumps. Then he pulls me closer and we plunge into a kiss that is like deep, deep water. When we finally stop for air, I wrap both legs around his hips. The corners of his eyes crinkle. His hands tighten on my bottom as he walks over to the bed. I slide off and am lying on my side, looking up at him. Jase bends down, crouching beside the bed, and stretches out his hand to put it on my heart. I do the same, feel his heart pounding, fast, fast.
“Are you nervous?” I whisper. “You don’t seem it.”
“I’m worried it’ll hurt for you, at first. I’m thinking it’s not fair that it’s like that.”
“It’s okay. I’m not worried about that. Come closer.”
Jase straightens up, slowly, then goes over to his jeans to pull out one of the condoms we bought together. He holds his palm out, flat. “Not nervous at all.” He ducks his head to indicate his fingers, which are trembling, slightly.
“What’s that one called?” I ask.
“I don’t even know. I just grabbed a bunch before I came over.” We lean over the little square of foil.
“Ramses.”
“What’s with these names?” I inquire as Jase gently begins to open the packet. “I mean, were the Egyptians known for their effective birth control or what? And why Trojans? Aren’t they mostly remembered as the guys who lost? You’d think they’d use Macedonians, weren’t they the wi
Jase puts two fingers on my lips. “Samantha? It’s okay. Shhh. We don’t have to…We can just…”
“But I want to,” I whisper. “I want to.” I take a deep breath and reach out for the condom. “Do you want me to help, um, put it on?”
Jase blushes. “Yeah, okay.”
When we’re both lying on the bed, entirely naked, for the first time, just looking at him in the moonlight makes my throat ache. “Wow,” I say.
“I think that’s my line,” Jase whispers back. He puts his hand against my cheek and looks at me intently.
My hand moves to cover his and I nod. Then his body is moving over me, and mine is opening to welcome him.
Okay. It does, after all, hurt a bit. I thought it might not, just because it’s Jase. There’s pain, but not wrenching or stabbing, more like a sting as something gives way, then aches a little as he fills me.
I bite down hard on my lower lip, opening my eyes to find Jase biting his, looking at me so anxiously that something in my heart yields even more completely.
“You okay? This okay?”
I nod, pulling his hips more tightly to my own.
“Now we’ll make it better,” Jase vows, and begins to kiss me again as he starts to move in a rhythm.